Godot
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Ken Russell - small - time porn movie director. Yes, I know he's just died, but the things he said about the Carry On Movies were unforgiveable. Documentary show Carry On Darkly also goes in Room 101. Venom, poison and discredit from start to finish.
I don't know what he said about the Carry On films but to stick him in Room 101 is a travesty. He made some fine films, well at least one, and one or two dodgy ones. To call him a porn movie director is a nonsense, quite apart from referring to movies. Ken Russell made films.
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I'd be the last one to criticise the DL committee, but as the last one I'd say this was one of the poorest picks this year. He doesn't pass the fame test for me. This is a symptom of the DL trying to compete with the ambulance chasers on the DDP who'll tag on to the bumper of any car with a big C in the numberplate. The DL is bigger than that. "Journeyman vocalist." Pah!
Maybe next year we could have a real bonza time and pack the list with Tasmanian art gallery directors and older members of Peckham Rotary Club .
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Much as I'm fascinated by expiring Australians, a Tasmanian art gallery director? My hamster's more famous than this bloke, and I don't have one.
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He has a new partner 39 yrs his junior and younger than his daughter so he might last a bit longer
She might have other ideas.
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Yorkshire pudding doesn't have Yorkshire in it...
Oh I think it does.
Under certain circumstances, I think it might.
If it were prepared in Yorkshire by a Yorkshireman there would be traces of Yorkshire DNA and other local molecules.
Or even a Yorkshirewoman, particularly if she had the sniffles....or a grudge against society.
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US poet Ruth Stone, whose career flourished in her 80s and 90s, has died at the age of 96.
Apparently she was world famous in the USA, but not quite a household name east of the Big Pond.
regards,
Hein
A pity. Stone dead would have made a nice headline.
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Yorkshire pudding doesn't have Yorkshire in it...
Oh I think it does.
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Doing lunch.
If you want to eat, eat. If you want to talk, talk. There's no need to eat and talk and then stop talking after pudding just because you've finished eating. Why not stop talking when you've said what there is to say and stop eating when you're full? What have they got to do with each other? Give me a Ginster's. That's lunch (or dinner where I come from). All the rest is bollocks.
Oh yes, and now there's: "let's meet for a coffee", the cheapskate alternative to doing lunch.
And worst of all there's: "Let's do breakfast?" You can fuck right off to that idea. I have breakfast when I get up and that's a bit of cereal and some milk and the last thing I want to do then is speak to anyone.
While I'm at it, I'm not keen on supper either. What is this southern thing called supper? I once got invited round to somebody's house for supper, imagining it would be cheese and biscuits or a bun. But it was a full-blown four-course meal with wine and the works. Trouble was, I'd had me' tea before going. Still I had all the other stuff too, no point wasting it. But why couldn't they call it dinner? I'm not so unschooled on southern ways that I don't understand that dinner is tea, only a bit later and sometimes with a starter and pud. But I always considered supper a last-thing-at-night snack like a glass of milk and some Rich Tea biscuits. I suppose you could get a fish supper at the chippy but that was quite specific and it's pronounced supper as in Tupperware not "seppa" as in leper which is how it's pronounced in this godawful nightmare of an existence inside the M25.
I can imagine your confusion should any young lady invite in 'for coffee'!
Yeah, stick euphemisms in here as well. People should spell stuff out. I was thinking more on the lines of the business chat over coffee. Difficult to interpret a mid-morning meeting in the Institute of Directors as an opportunity for sex. On the other hand, maybe I've been missing out all these years.
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Doing lunch.
If you want to eat, eat. If you want to talk, talk. There's no need to eat and talk and then stop talking after pudding just because you've finished eating. Why not stop talking when you've said what there is to say and stop eating when you're full? What have they got to do with each other? Give me a Ginster's. That's lunch (or dinner where I come from). All the rest is bollocks.
Oh yes, and now there's: "let's meet for a coffee", the cheapskate alternative to doing lunch.
And worst of all there's: "Let's do breakfast?" You can fuck right off to that idea. I have breakfast when I get up and that's a bit of cereal and some milk and the last thing I want to do then is speak to anyone.
While I'm at it, I'm not keen on supper either. What is this southern thing called supper? I once got invited round to somebody's house for supper, imagining it would be cheese and biscuits or a bun. But it was a full-blown four-course meal with wine and the works. Trouble was, I'd had me' tea before going. Still I had all the other stuff too, no point wasting it. But why couldn't they call it dinner? I'm not so unschooled on southern ways that I don't understand that dinner is tea, only a bit later and sometimes with a starter and pud. But I always considered supper a last-thing-at-night snack like a glass of milk and some Rich Tea biscuits. I suppose you could get a fish supper at the chippy but that was quite specific and it's pronounced supper as in Tupperware not "seppa" as in leper which is how it's pronounced in this godawful nightmare of an existence inside the M25.
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Still, take a fair bit of luck to see the sea from Leeds. Daft old sod.
It takes even more luck to see the sea through a gold coffin and 6 feet of earth.
Luck? More like a f'kin miracle!
The burial is in Scarborough where he'll......er.... be able to see the sea.
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There used to be a "latest posts" feature on the old forum but this one just has a list called recent topics that doesn't seem to be the same thing. Is it possible to restore the latest posts click through?
Also, playing, as I am, with the stuff in the top thingy, what is special BBCode?
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I can only understand about half the posts in this thread, and I'm lying about that.
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Less 80s politics, more pictures of his daughter's tits.
thx.
Fair enough...
Boom or bust? I know which I prefer.
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Any proof?
Arnold says so, and he doesn't say much, so that's good enough for me. So that's Nigel Lawson and 19 others for my 2012 DDP list. Lawson hasn't looked very clever for some time now but I can't remember when I last saw his picture in the papers.
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How management consultants make a difference:
A man goes in to a restaurant and sees the waiter has a spoon in his shirt pocket.
Another waiter comes over and he too has a spoon in his shirt pocket.
The customer looks around and sees that all the staff have spoons in their pockets, so the man calls a waiter over and asks: 'Why the spoon?'
“Well,” says the waiter, “The owner hired Andersen Consulting to look for efficiencies. Months later they reported that the spoon was the most dropped utensil with a drop frequency of approximately 3 spoons per table per hour. If every waiter had a spare spoon, they said, it would reduce the number of trips back to the kitchen and save 15 man-hours per shift.”
The customer happened to drop his own spoon. "No problem," said the water who handed over his spare. “I'll get another one next time I go to the kitchen," he said.
The man was impressed but couldn't help noticing a piece of string hanging out of the waiter's fly.
Then he noticed that all the waiters had string hanging from their flies. So he asked the waiter: "What's the string for?"
The waiter leaned over and explained: "The consultants said we could also save time in the gents if we tied this string to the end of our todgers. This way I can pull it out with no need to wash my hands and that saves 76.39 per cent of the time spent by staff in the loos."
The man was intrigued now and asked: “After you get it out, how do you put it back?”
“Well,” said, the waiter, “I don't know about the others, but I use the spoon.”
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It looks fucking shit, nobody can deny it.
Someone should be demanding their money back.
Dangerous LFN. It's like being on the wagon for months then popping in to the local for just a taste. Before you know it you've knocked back 10 pints and you're back at square one. Perhaps you would consider accompanying me for treatment at Deathaholics Anonymous, a counselling circle run by Star Crossed, assisted gamely by Tempus Fugit (chosen for their people skills and empathy). There're a few of us - Lady Di, Honez, Football Fan, Anubis. We sit around and tell stories of the "night we had a little peep" then saw some shit by notaguest and felt better again.
Anyway glad to see you reclaiming misery corner. Windsor's had it all to himself for too long.
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Can we have a "don't like" button? And if I'm reading the "stuff you can do" bar correctly is that a Twitter symbol? Does this mean we can tweet our posts to the outside world?"
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Is this Facebook or what?
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Sorry, that should say Rob BuckmanBloody hell. I was on telly with him once, a long long time ago.
George Michael, Innit Peeps
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I'd understood his problem was in fact an Acute Respiratory System Exception aggravated by extreme soreness.